It wasn't one of the first times you couldn't sleep. By now, CJ was used to it.

You kept tossing and turning in bed, trying to go to sleep, but to no avail. CJ, on the other hand, was deep asleep.

When he started to notice that you kept moving, trying to make yourself comfortable, he woke up, letting out a groan. He sat up and looked at you.

"What is it, baby..." he rubbed his face, pulling you a bit closer.